earrings? My husband'll be right here. - He's got the money. - We changed our mind. It's fifteen versts to the town. It's going to be dark soon. That's all right, don't worry. A man has but one body, Like a single cell. The soul is sick and tired Of its too solid shell, With ears, mouth, eyes The size of a nickel coin And skin all scarred and diced, Spread over a skeleton. Through cornea it wings To a heavenly spring, To ice-laden slings, To a chariot birds bring. It hears through the grating Of its living prison pen The fields' and forests' rattling, The Seven Seas' refrain. Without body a soul's nude, As a body's nude without a shirt: No thought's forthcoming, no good, No idea's born and no word. A question that has no answer: Whoever can come back From the floor where no dancer Was ever to leave track? I dream of another soul, In quite a different garb: While shifting between dole And hope, it burns up, Like alcohol, and goes Away, casts no shadow And just leaves as mementoes The lilacs smelling of meadow. Run on, my child, do not lament The fate of poor Eurydice, Just keep on driving to globe's end Your copper hoop for all to see. As long as answering to your step, However slight might be a tone, The earth sends signals gay and pep To every energetic bone. Mom, the kerosene stove is smoking. What? Everything will depend on him. Do you think a sore throat could have such an after-effect? A sore throat has nothing to do with it. - This is a common case. - Common? A mother dies suddenly, then the man's wife and child... A few days and the man is no more, though he was quite healthy. But no one died in his family. There're such things as conscience... memories... What memories have to do it with it? - You think he's guilty of something? - He thinks so. Leave me alone. - Did you say something? - Leave me alone! I just wanted to be happy. And what's going to happen to your mother if you don't get up? It's nothing, everything will be all right... Everything will be... Would you rather have a boy or a girl? The EndMOSFILM Fourth Artists' Association What is your first name, your last name? My name is Yuri Zhary. Where did you come from? I came from Kharkov. What school do you go to? I go to a technical school. Now we're going to have a seance. You just look at me. Look me in the eye. Look in front ofyou. Turn around, with your back to me. Concentrate on my hand. My hand is drawing you back. Spread your hands. Concentrate. All your tension is centered in your hands. Your hands are strained! Concentrate all ofyour will power, your big desire to win, on your hands. Your hands are getting more and more tense. They're very tense. Still more tense. Look at your fingers. Your fingers are tense. From here the tension passes on to your fingers. Look at your hands. Yura, concentrate! On my count ofthree your hands will become immobile. One, two, three! Your hands don't move. You can't move them. You're trying to move your hands, but they're fixed. It's very hard for you to make a slightest movement. Now I'm going to lift this transfixion, and you'll be able to speak freely, easily and articulately. From now on you will speak loudly and clearly. Look at me. I'm lifting the tension from your hands and your speech. One, two, three! Go ahead, say loudly and clearly: I can speak! MIRROR Margarita TEREKHOVA as Mother and Natalya Written by Alexander MISHARIN and Andrei TARKOVSKY Directed by Andrei TARKOVSKY Director of Photography Georgy RERBERG Production Designer Nikolai DVIGUBSKY Music by Eduard ARTEMYEV Sound by Semyon LITVINOV English Subtitles by Tatiana KAMENEVA Also starring I. DANILTSEV L. TARKOVSKAYA, A. DEMIDOVA A. SOLONITSYN N. GRINKO T. OGORODNIKOVA Yu. NAZAROV, O. YANKOVSKY F. YANKOVSKY Yu. SVENTIKOV, T. RESHETNIKOVA Author's text narrated by l. SMOKTUNOVSKY Verses by Arseny ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Стиратель на английском - текст ДМБ-002 на английском - текст Белый плен на английском - текст Тысячелетие на английском - текст Отец солдата на английском |